I write for the thirst of the first
Words in the thirds like I’m a damn encyclopedia
Media, what’s free to ya? Expedia.
A lead in the search for the beach and
I’m snorting lines of the speech
Negotiating just to reach the high Goodbye
I’m gone like a pawn in the lawn of life
Full of strife, cursed by the knife of society
Variety, the reason he is leavin’
You’re grievin’ like it’s the end of a season
But you’re feening for the love from above.